I submit to you that personal interest stories about Deuce are ok. Speaking of which, this reminds me of the time when Deuce was drafted. He could have gone out with any girl in town, but he had his eye on Martha, the young librarian and Sunday school teacher. Martha, who was pretty in spite of her thick glasses, didn't date and rebuffed all advances. Deuce, of course, played it cool. He would hang around the library parking lot at closing time, smoking and working on his motorcycle. He ignored Martha when she left the library. One day, while she was walking by, Deuce asked her for a cigarette. Martha didn't smoke. She stopped and stared at him, disarmed and mute. After a moment, Deuce said "it's alright. I'll just roll one." And he did as Martha walked away.
The next day, Deuce approached Martha at the library reference desk and asked her for a copy of Romeo and Juliet. Martha rode home on the back of Deuce's bike that night, but not before a stop at Blueberry Hill.
Deuce never spoke to Martha again.
Martha now resides in Toledo where she has season tickets to the Mudhens and a heart full of hope.